Don’t you just love things that are cloaked in the patina of time and use? All the scrapes and dents, bruises, and bumps tell a story. They tell their story. But, sometimes they become the catalyst that leads you down another memory lane… to remember your story - like this garden trowel that belonged to my grandmother.
Read MoreWhat summer series would be complete without tomatoes? What can I say? Maybe it’s because, in the words of Ouiser Boudreaux in Steel Magnolias, I am “an old Southern woman…”
Read MoreIn this series of blog posts, I wanted to share some stories of my metamorphosis as a “child of the south” to a Montanan. I’ve relocated from central Texas to eastern Montana. That’s right. A multi-state move.
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Read MoreIn this blog post, I am going to share why it has been a while since I have posted on the blog or any of the social media platforms. While I am not really what you would consider “active” on these various platforms, I have been preoccupied with some other matters.
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